"And I can't differentiate them from you. I can't tell reality apart from fiction. It is as if something is blocking me from making the right decision. Sometimes I will be reminiscing and reveling in your memory. And when I think that is you, and when I am sure it is you. You then disappear like a pillar and cloud of smoke. Just gone, as if you have been released from my grasp. I am struggling to separate reality from fiction. Sometimes even when I open my eyes, I still can't tell it apart.""Can you tell it apart now?"It was only then and now that his eyes awoke from the haze that it was currently in, and he looked at me. As if he could see right through me, as if he could see everything about me. My whole life story, my emotions, how I was feeling. That was one thing that I loved about Isaiah, he always knew how to make me feel more than. He always knew how to make me feel like I was worth something. He always made me feel seen. He gave me a small smile. "There is n

I watched her facial expression. I don't know why but I was expecting surprise of some sort, or perhaps some slither of guilt. But I got nothing, her face was as blank as anything. No emotions or anything was revealed. There was nothing close to what I thought I would evidently get. "Alexis. Miss Reign." The swap of my name to something more formal was enough to make me nervous. It was clear that she only did that to people that she did not like, and I would be lying if I said that I wanted to join the entourage of those people. So I did what I could, I plastered a fake smile on my face, to somewhat relax me, but to also relax her. To make her think that this was a suggestion not an accusation. "For you to even think that I would go something that abrasive and destruction to this world makes me feel as if you do not trust me enough. And if we do not have trust in the basis of everything, then I am sorry, Alexis. But I would have to find someone else to do it. I would have to find so

"I do not know what you want me to say Zee." But I knew exactly what she wanted me to say and I knew exactly what I wanted to say. I wanted to say something, anything that had some type of substance. I wanted to say something that represented how I felt inside. I mean I knew what she wanted, but I was not sure if exactly that, that I could give it to her. I was still conflicted as to how and why I did that. I was in such a trance like state that it did not even cross my life who or what that I would be living behind. But regardless, what was done was done. Now all I could do was fathom how and if that gun contained the real bullets, then what? What would happen then? And what would I do then? I would have left everyone and everything I love, I would have left all of them behind. Godness, I can not even think about something like that, it was almost too much and too hard to bear. "I know that you know what you want to say, Alexis. I know how you feel. Truly, I do. But if

I saw a break in what she was about to say, and I took that as an opportunity to ask this question. "Zee. Would you say that you loved him?"She looked at me, peering in to my eyes as if there was nothing else that she could do. "Love is complicated, Alexis. It is not as easy and clean cut as you think or believe it is. There are many things that you have to take account of. It is not that straightforward."I could tell that she was trying to skirt around the question and the topic, there was never a proper time that I thought that if someone did not love someone then it would not have been clear. I knew for a fact, that she loved him, and I knew for a fact that it was clear. She did not have to tell me, I knew it already. "I do not think it is that complicated Zee. It is either you loved him or not.""So what if I did? Would that change anything? Will my whole life be destroyed and altered and turned around because I love him.""What? No, that is not wha

I mirrored back what he said. I stopped and spun him around, so that he was facing me. Isaiah's smiling face peered back up at mine. "Your finance. Fully and wholly yours, Isaiah. Always and forever. And there is nothing and nobody that could change that." Before I could get another sound or word in, he dragged me down to his level, putting me in his lap, and trapping my lips with his. As he hands trailed down and through my waist, and my entire body. It felt like I was on fire, his touch and everything about him invoked and lit something in me that I could not swallow down, I leaned closer in him, breathing him in, until he was all I could sense and feel. Before he could pull away again, I dragged him down one. Deepening the kiss even further. "Alexis." My name came out as more of a moan than anything else, and I pulled him further in. Hearing my name in his name drove me haywire. It made me think and feel things that I knew were not appropriate to even say out loud. As muc